So like two weeks ago, my cat Lover got out. Every time I put up posters, it rains, even if the weather said clear skies. I'm not worried about him, but there's reason. I adopted him from my local humane society when he was almost 2 years old, and he had been a stray up until I took him home. He isn't declawed for this exact reason. So I know he's taking care of himself and knows how to look for cars and feed himself and all that. But the kicker is that he is my registered support companion (more for renting purposes, but I do have a mental history that calls for one). So the past few days have sucked. I even started smoking again I'm so stressed out and I quit months ago.
So basically what I'm asking for is some cheering up, pet style. I'm looking for your cute/funny pet stories, memes/Tumblr posts, etc.
I'll even provide one of my own.
I have two paired love birds, Lovely and Birdley (haha geddit like love bird hahaha my mom and I are funny), but we used to only have one (Lovely was the first). For like a year, I had my own best friend who would follow me around and go for walks around the block with me (she was too attached to me to fly away).
She could be kinda mean and possessive though. She had to be with us at the dinner table when we are or she would squawk obnoxiously and anger our entire neighbourhood. She always had to be around someone in my family at all times.
So my mom has this brilliant plan of getting a second one for her to pair with so that she'd be a little less violently obsessed with us. They hit it off and after a couple of days Lovely and Birdley lived in the same cage.
Well Birdley didn't like us. So very quickly Lovely didn't either. Now neither of our birds will kiss us or cuddle with us or want anything to do with us. They bite. My mom's plan worked a little too well...
I also have a lab/German Shepard mix named Boo (her middle name is Radley and she has severe anxiety and she's fat), a lab/basset hound mix named Dakota (he has the body of a lab but the legs of a hound so sometimes we call him Cotton Hill and tell people he got his legs blew off in Nam), a Shepard/rott (?) mix named Izzy (we took her in after my mom's friend got diagnosed with stage four leukemia), a tuxedo cat named Sylvia who shows her affection by biting and attacking (her middle name is Cath, she the punny kitty version of Sylvia Plath (my mother and I are book nerds), and a hedgehog named Lucius who literally hates everything that isn't me, yellow dandelions (the puffy ones scare him), mealworms, or climbing trees (he's named after my favourite character from my favourite M. Night Shyamalan film and hedgehogs are my favourite animal). We basically have a menagerie of pets with attitude and/or mental problems.